How often do you _opsit_ (sit up at night) with Uncle Croft's pretty girl, eh?
I'm not quite as blind as an ant-bear yet.

I saw her blush when you spoke to her just now.

I saw her.

Well, well, it is a pretty game for a young man, isn't it, _nef_ Frank ?" (this was addressed to Muller).

"I'll be bound the Captain here 'burns a long candle' with pretty Bessie every night, eh, Frank?
I hope you ain't jealous, _nef_?
My _vrouw_ told me some time ago that you were sweet in that direction yourself;" and he stopped at last, out of breath, looking anxiously towards Muller for an answer, while John, who had been somewhat overwhelmed at this flood of bucolic chaff, gave a sigh of relief.